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Devil Dancing: Rage at Islamic Terrorists, and thoughts on World Peace!

**Request: Please do not take or quote anything out of context. Please read fully **.
Context: During early morning Easter sunday service on 22nd April 2019, 6 churches in Colombo, Sri Lanka were bombed. Over 200 people have died. It is reported that a Islamic terror group is responsible for it. Few days on, it’s sunk in, and the following is my rage, slowly being brought under control.

So last night… may be because Pluto retrograde has started ..or maybe I finally had a moment of stillness for matters to sink in – I got very angry! Angry does’t even cut it.. I was enraged.. and bordering on utter racism, prejudice and hopping mad to start my own religious hate/ war!!!!!.

What’s triggered this? well ..the matter of many churches in my homeland..nay home town ..being blown up by some terrorist factions operating in Sri Lanka… potentially the Islamic terror group.. That’s what triggered it.

I mean the Muslim population is a tiny minority in Sri Lanka.. far below the Tamil minority .. If 50 years of guerilla fighting by Tamil Terror groups wasn’t going to give Tamil separatists a state of their own, what possible chance is there for an even smaller minority to engage in such acts?

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St.Anthony’s Church, Colombo, Sri Lanka – after Bomb Blast.

I can only conclude that it’s not instigated by people internally but by outside forces…militants hell-bent on trying to cause more wars, more deaths….all in the name of Allah and Islam.

“Death to all muslims!” – That was the raging reaction I felt last night.. for starting a terror campaign in a tiny tropical Island that has been dealing with its own internal racial shit for 50 years…the result of which was why my family & I ended up as refugees in UK some 35 yeas ago.

Sri Lanka is not the America that’s bombing Muslims in Syria or another Islamic country. Sri lanka has no international influences or wealth or power. As I said Sri Lanka is just a tiny little island with its own problems. It poses no threat to Islam or muslims!
The only war that’s been going on there was the racial one between Tamils-Hindu minority and Sinhalese-Buddhist majority! That ended in 2009.

Now the bombing of Churches – begins a new war fueled by rage and retaliation, despair, feelings of injustice and more.. The Christians have done nothing to anyone in Sri Lanka.
So when the church that I used to go and pray in, in my childhood days is bombed (and yes I am a Hindu but I am happy to be talking to Christian gods too….have done since my boyhood days)- it strikes a deep root..a nerve.. and suddenly, the war is at my doorstep.
I’m reasonably clever and manipulative and controlling.. Or maybe it’s Pluto retrograde bringing those qualities to the surface. But whatever it is, this morning that rage burns on.. I sat and thought about all the ways I was going to wipe out the Islamic pests who are are now bringing the world into mass war on so many violent fronts. What will happen is everyone else on the planet will get fed up, fueled by emotions, and start one massive war against Islam and Muslims.. and it will not end well..till all of them are wiped out.

Is that what the Islamic people want? A whole world at war against them? Are the terrorists honestly so stupid as to think their Allah is going to protect them all against such odds? Is this a mass self-inflicted extinction of Islamic people in progress?

Perhaps their God should be annihilated. Yeah, am not going to wage on people, I’ll take it to their god..and wipe that being out.. Well..not me..but my own Gods & Goddesses will.
These thoughts have raged through my head . Last night and this morning.. I could feel it twisting in me, turning me to the dark side of the force. .. I could possibly invoke every dark being out there and send it all their way..and more.. wipe them all out..
And that would make me the most evil man in history..with genocide of a kind under my belt…will it not?

This is what bombing a few churches so far away on a tiny island that I have not set foot on for 35 years does. It turns one good Witch into the worst witch possible.. undoing 2 decades of good community work and service I have done.

All gone in a flash.. if I let it.

Luckily for me.. Louisa is in my life…!  (She is my partner).

She listened patiently to my angry rants… and slowly started to feed positivity into my head.. She spoke of changing minds of people.. she spoke of working to bring world peace..for real…not just talking about it.

And a bit of sanity began to surface in me.. and I thought…Yes.. I’ll use magic.. to change minds (excuse me, am still under the influence of the Pluto-retrograde!). Then when she started talking more about Peace… I began to think of Earth day and how we held hands around a big tree and wished for Peace in all the worlds.. and of World Peace Day.. and what we can do…not just on that day..but at every event, every ceremony, every gathering, every social..!

We don’t need guns or missiles.  We have the ability to do Magic! Its power in our hands, hearts and minds. Lets use it..  before rage makes monsters of us all.

-Mani Navasothy

st anthony church (c) Vathani Navasothy
St.Anthony’s Church, Colombo, Sri Lanka – as it was long before bomb blast. Photo (c) Vathani Navasothy

Links (news reports)

https://www.thedailybeast.com/isis-claims-the-easter-sunday-bombings-in-sri-lanka-heres-why-we-should-have-seen-them-coming?ref=scroll

https://www.nzherald.co.nz/world/news/article.cfm?c_id=2&objectid=12224207

 

Broken Vows to my father Kanapathippillai Navasothy

Navasothy Kanapathippillai. M.A (Tamil Scholar)
in Australia 1984.  (c)MNavasothy

Way back in January1990, as I stood alone in a semi-dark room in the funeral parlor – with my father’s body in an open coffin, I made a silent vow to him. A promise that I doubt I can keep, as it involved me finishing the Ph.D that he was working on, when my father – Kanapathipillai Navasothy had passed away in a sudden street accident. (yes some times people do get hit by a vehicle ..and it’s true, sometimes crossing the road is the most dangerous and last thing people do!)

His Ph.D research work still occupies shelves in a cupboard in our sitting room. But it’s all in Tamil, and is all about tamil (language) culture. Now I can speak Tamil, and write. After all, I lived in Sri Lanka till age of 15, living, breathing, speaking, studying and thinking..in Tamil. But the last 25 years have been a time when the use of Tamil language has been fading from me..  Not everyone can just pick up a Ph.D level research and finish it. People need a life time of their passions, beliefs, creativity and knowledge – to undertake such a thing.  Perhaps if I had started back in 1990, I may have got partially there by now- and perhaps if I start now, I may get there still…  But my passions, creativity and directions lie elsewhere (in the exploration of Sciences, psychology & Spirituality).

Drowning in sorrows of his death, it was emotive of me to have made a promise to my father to finish his lief time’s work. Though that is not possible, my sister Vathani & I still plan to remember our father Navasothy (for that is his actual first name..which by some quirk in filling forms at Immigration back in 1985 has become our surname. So his `name’ lives on already every time someone calls me, reads  or writes my name!). We may one day build a memorial of some sort. But with the advancement of internet and online worlds that are now possible, we have new possibilities – and my private work continues to create a website for my father, and put important works by him online.

My research shows that Amazon/e-books have not yet started publishing in Tamil.  (Now there’s an entrepreneurial idea!). So I’ll wait and then upload my father’s books in e-format, for the world to read it once more.

But for now, this blog entry is my first attempt to honour a promise I made to my father K.Navasothy- Tamil Scholar (`Navalar Navasothy’ they honoured him in his later years in London, for the power of poetic words he possessed).. that his works will live again.

-Manivannan Navasothy

Other related post:   K.navasothy – Our father who art in Heaven

Torn Canvas: Pieces of my life

Having started to talk about the Art works,  I’d like to share some of my personal history- key events that shaped the way my life has evolved.  I’ve used some of the art work to illustrate the mood.

Racial Violence in Sri Lanka (my Country of origin)

This has played a major role in shaping not just mine, but several hundred thousand Tamil people!  It’s an age old issue of seeking more independence hat stems from 1979 to modern day, where Tamil people have been so persecuted by Sinhalese people and the government army, that Tamils have had to take up arms and fight a guerilla war! (You may have heard of the `Tamil Tigers’ ).  Our family was one that got caught up in all that, and we eventually came to the Uk in fear of our lives.  We were the lucky ones, for many thousand Tamils have been killed since 1985.

Racial Violence in Sri Lanka – Tamil being beaten up by Army!  (c) Mani Navasothy

A personal attack on me -(the personal disability begins).

A day light mugging after school, at the age of 17yrs colored the way I began to see the world around me in London- something I had thought was going to be better than Sri Lanka. The attack on me broke my right shoulder, and though it healed, it has become a recurring physical problem (not to mention getting mugged again few years ago in a bus and getting my right shoulder dislocated for the 4th time!). It prevents me from doing contact sports, but has squeezed me into other paths- such as aerobics, fitness, walking, exploring the country, mind-powers (when the body fails) and so on.

Wingless Flyers (c) Mani Navasothy.

Death of my father ( Scars that go deep..)

Few days after the new year of 1990 also changed my life in a big way. It is in one sense equivalent to a naive crown prince being thrust onto the throne and expected to rule the kingdom (family & cultural responsibilities of asian male!) But on the other hand, it was also very much a door of darkness opening beneath my feet and falling into a chasm of delayed psychological trauma! I believe it took a few years before the full force of his sudden death hit me- which spun me into an exploration of death, brain, mind, and transformation. It saw me become faith-less, and rise again with pagan spirituality empowering me and enlightening me with some mysteries.

Earth Healers (c) Mani Navasothy


Paganism & Ritual Magic
(From darkness into Light, and from weakness to power)

This is a spiritual path of empowerment that includes nature worship. No middleman is needed between me and the god  or goddess! This spirituality is nothing new to me- as it has highly similar facets to Hinduism that I was brought up with (which after all is an eastern form of paganism). However there are differences- the lack of physically built temples, the strong emphasis on lunar & solar cycles, the exploration of natural land and features all around us as a place of divine- all help very much to empower me! Not just that, even the Stars out there, and galaxies, and exploding Supernovae and black holes.. are all of the mysteries.. that I am fascinated by as a Scientist, admire as an artist, and worship and honor as a Pagan!

-Mani

Artist-Writer-Magician-Scientist

K.Navasothy: Our Father who art in Heaven

If there is a Father who is in Heaven, it’s most likely `our father’ (mine  & my 2 sisters’ that is!), and not some bearded deity!

That said Hindus (people who follow Hinduism) do deify their dead ancestors and relatives. Well, not just Hindus, so do a number of other religious people – like the Chinese, Japanese, Africans and so on. So I am quite okay to make such a statement.

Today is the 71st birthday of my father – Mr Kanapathippillai Navasothy – had he still been alive.  He had a road accident – way back in 1990 (4t

Kanapathippillai Navasothy. M.A
K Navasothy in Australia 1984

h January 1990) and passed away in hospital following head injuries, and being in a coma for a few hours. The accident took place, in the streets of `Elephant & Castle’ in SW London, when he was returning from his civil service work (as one the then-Poll-Tax officers!!).

He wasn’t always that of course. Educated to degrees – well, a B.A and then an M.A in Sri Lanka, he was working on his Ph.D thesis while in London when he died, so his work was never finished. We have stacks of all that research in cupboards – and at one point, both my sister Vathani & me vowed to finish his work – but life took us in different directions. It’s not our cause!. We have our own paths and works.. my sister in the direction of Psychology & Counselling (B.SC & M.Sc), and me in Physics (B.Sc) and esoteric and paganism. (We do have another sister, who went in the direction of Education, working with kids in schools, sign language etc until she got married and has now a baby boy – who incidentally is the same star-sign as my father. Magicians with soul-considerations will make what you will of this.  Well, that;’s not all. All 3 of us – me and my 2 sisters have spouses who are all Aries- the same start sign as my father!  Psychologists will have a field day on this, am sure!)

Back to my father – Navasothy – for that was his first name – meaning `Nine-lights’.  In Tamil culture, the first name of one’s father / husband becomes one’s Surname. So his name `Navasothy’ became my surname and now that we are in a western country, that has become our family surname for ever! So in some ways, my father’s name lives on!

He was a Tamil Scholar, reading and writing so much on folklore and cultural matters. He’s written and published many books – and here I am proud to say, his children’s novel `Odiponavan’ (tamil  for `(boy) who ran away’) became the first Children’s fiction book to be read in Tamil classes in schools – back in Sri Lanka. His next book was on folklore & poetry. He had attended many international Tamil conferences (last one was in Mauritius); his articles appeared almost every week on newspapers, and his voice was heard on tamil radio stations. We grew up with all that as `normal’ occurrences  (he took me to a children’s radio `story telling’ programme recording, and I got to say a few words once !)  I recall his first TV session ( a 15 min talk). And here in London, he started up one of the first Tamil Sunday Schools in Tooting Broadway, as well as a Monthly magazine.

He was hardly home, but when he was, he’d be writing, or gardening!   Those times with him (having tropical fish!), stalking lizards that ate our vegetables, or going for a walk in the forest (and trying to get me a `pet monkey’ ) are ones I still cherish – as well as the fact that he believed in my creative talents. He took my comic books to try and publish them (alas I now know they were not good or original).

I’ve been following in his footsteps for decades now- writing, art works, community events organising, public speaking, teaching..  even interests in books (he worked as a Government Archivist back in Ceylone), and archaeology (first few months in UK, he did some volunteer work in the roman town of St.Albans). Many of my writing projects have started to culminate, so I think that’s my best homage to him.

I must mention, it was his sudden death (I was just starting my Physics in University when that happened) that set me initially on an atheist path and then spun me  around topsy-turvy – and finally into Paganism & spirituality.

It is time, 22 years after his death, that a memorial is built for him – for the world has almost forgotten him. But in true modern fashion, a website and online is where I’m building his memorial.

In Tamil, I call my  father `Appa’ .. So here’s to you – `Happy Birthday Appa’. 🙂

Your son

-Manivannan